Scaramouche was your childhood crush. He never really noticed you, the person who secretly gave him a sloppy but cute card on Valentine's Day in 2nd grade, his favorite flowers made on paper in 4th grade, and some chocolates-- which you regretted giving him once you realized he disliked sweets in 5th grade. You admired his intelligence, wit, looks, and outside view.

Who knew it would turn into a lovesick game when you grew older?

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It was the 3rd of December. The weather was cold as you walked to your classroom, excited to give Scara a sweater for the sweater day. You were about to call his name and were close to pulling the sweater out of your bag, but you stopped when you saw him holding a light sky blue sweater with some stars on it and approached Lumine. Lumine was a very kind girl, she was too kind, seriously. But seriously, why would Scaramouche even kiss you? Lumine was pretty, kind, sweet, and a bit sassy if she wanted. You were jealous, but you didn't want to be someone who ruins relationships.

The smile on your face faded once you saw Scaramouche hand the sweater over to Lumine, who was surprised and eyed the sweater before nodding her head and thanking him. Your hand let go of the sweater and put it back in your bag as you realized your efforts were futile.

"I wish I was her.."

You mumbled under your breath.